There was no way for the ten-odd exhausted knights to win this. But they still needed to play their part convincingly in order to divert the enemy’s attention from Gilbert and his group.
That’s why Crowley said to the rest, “We’ll charge them.”
Next to him, Gustavo commented, “Then we really are gonna be dying here, huh? Ahh, how lousy. Maybe I should’ve gone with Gilbert after all.”
Except Crowley knew for a fact that, for all of his biting words, Gustavo was the first one to unsheathe his sword. He was always that kind of man. A man who would never abandon his comrades.
And next to him, there stood, trembling from fear with his whole body, Rosso the squire. He stayed behind, too.
The rest also were the knights that were friends with Crowley. The comrades he trained, shared meals and lodging with.
Victor shouted loudly, making an abrupt request, “Hey, guys! Tell the rest of us what will you do first thing when we return!”
One after another the knights started replying.
“Meat! I’ll eat lots of meat!”
“I’ll go to women, of course!”
“Booze for me! No, water! Water first!”
Victor said with a laugh, “Oh guys, you’re completely tainted with mundane lusts! Our Lord won’t save you if you’re like that!”
That made all of them burst out laughing. And somehow, it made them feel that they wanted to survive and return, after all.